flipping the pages
scribbling throughout the night
sometimes hard to start
but the moment the spiget turnt
overflow, gushing, flooding
unable to move as quick and the thoughts splayed across my mind
the pages turnt black
running out of space
out of light
to scribble it all down as it erupted
uncontrollably
trying to catch each thought
like finches free in the morning sunlight
hummingbirds happy to be seen
but cautious to be caught
what to catch and what to release
self judgement hovering about
speeding, racing to be heard
the pen stops
to take a drink of the air that surrounds
